A couple of minutes later after cleaning up he said he was done. Patricia said kindly, ‘Go out and clean away the meal darling and leave me with Ang...la. We’ll be perhaps an hour so you can continue on to watch TV.’ Patricia produced a strap-on and a box of dildos. She said a little timidly, ‘I use this to give it to Tom up the ass. He’s given up attempting to do it to me. I’m scared of being hurt. Are you experienced?’ Without answering Angela rolled Patricia over and lubed her finger and. I bob on it and try to take all of the 6” I guess it is. It’s about the size of his father’s, and I could take him—though not sure I ever did in the front seat of car from the driver’s side anyway. Wow the things that go through your mind when you are sucking on someone. My son has his hand on head, playing with my hair. I guess we both heard only three sounds: the sucking noise, an occasional moan and slushing noise of my dripping wet pussy against my fingers. He picks up on the latter noise. John looked at her, "What big contract?" "The water treatment plant that you were working on before you disappeared" she answered. "You mean we got that?" he asked. "It was signed the day before you disappeared," Greta replied, "Didn't you know about it?" John shook his head. Things were falling into place. The project was huge and the profit potential was large and John had found several places where the engineering was flawed and therefore would result in big change orders. John had called. ” She sighed in disappointment and lay down on top of me with her head on my shoulder, looking away from me. “Sorry.” I said apologetically, reaching up and running my fingers through her hair. “Even if it was your fault.” She giggled quietly, “Ha yeah, maybe.” She yawned, causing me to yawn as well. “Aww is widdle Ashley tired? Usually it takes four or five sexual encounters to make you sleepy.” I teased. She picked her head up and gave me a look, before smiling and giving me a peck on.